Lifted

 Amaj7         A           E           B
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Standard tuning - no capo



Amaj7
In a cloud of dust, I picked you up off your front porch
                 E
My old truck was lifted
Amaj7
That summer dress messing with my head
                                      E
Caught the wind just a little bit and lifted
                  A                  E
And it sure felt good (it sure felt good)
                     A                         E
You were holding my hand (you were holding my hand)
                       A                           E
Looking out over that hood (looking out over that hood)
                  A(let ring)
Singing John Mellencamp

A
And we were high on nothing but living and loving
 E                              B
Running down something called a dirt road dream
Continúa después del anuncio
A
Our own little world, one boy, one girl
 E                        B
Seventeen and riding that sweet southern breeze
A              E           B
Lifted, like a song from a choir
A              E            B           A(let ring)
Lifted, like a flame from a raging fire
Amaj7   E  Amaj7  E
Lifted



Amaj7
First kiss out under the stars
                                        E
I’ve kissed before but that ol’ bar was lifted
Amaj7
New spot, we found my old guitar
                                     E
You’re dancing around with your arms lifted
             Amaj7(let ring)            Amaj7(let ring)
And you sang along like you’d never be gone


A
And we were high on nothing but living and loving
 E                              B
Running down something called a dirt road dream
A
Our own little world, one boy, one girl
 E                        B
Seventeen and riding that sweet southern breeze
A              E             B
Lifted, like a prayer from a sinner
A                 E            B
Lifted, checkered flag, finish line for the winner
Amaj7  E  Amaj7  E
Lifted


A
And we were high on nothing but living and loving
 E                              B
Running down something called a dirt road dream
A
Our own little world, one boy, one girl
 E                        B
Seventeen and riding that sweet southern breeze
A              E           B
Lifted, like a sail in the wind
A            E        B         Amaj7(let ring)
Lifted, girl let’s go back again